Chapter 1540 Can Talk

"As long as you wake up, it's fine, I'm afraid that Shigong will keep falling asleep and won't wake up." Su Yanqing said, looking at him and saying: "It's always a good thing, I have to inform Shizu and Shixiong."

Hearing this, Song Yixiu said, "Leave this to me!"

In the temple in the land of mortals, Tang Ning, who was receiving incense to restore her soul, did not know what happened in Illusory Moon City. With the old monk guarding here, she repaired her soul in the statue, and sometimes it took ten and a half days. Yue entered meditation, and the days passed by in such a peaceful and boring way...

A year later, in the temple.

In the early morning, when the sky was still hazy, the old man sweeping the floor carefully wiped Master Tang's golden body with a clean cloth. When he heard footsteps coming in, he turned his head and saw the old monk stretching his waist and yawning. walked in.

"Master, why is it so early today? It's not yet light!" The old man was talking to him with a smile.

The old monk turned his neck, stretched his waist, walked up to the altar table and leaned on it, reached out and took a fruit on it, and ate it, while saying: "You don't believe me, monk, I woke up from hunger."

He looked at the god statue sitting on it, and said: "The people here don't know the goods. It's been more than a year, and there are not many people who ask me to get rid of the lottery. I'm a monk, and I use it for wine if I have money." , I don’t have any oil in my stomach, can I wake up from hunger?”

The old sweeper was slightly surprised when he heard this, and said, "Didn't you always eat that roast chicken last night?"

The old monk glanced at him and said, "It's really nothing to eat such a roast chicken for more than half a month."

"Then why don't I go to the end of the street and buy you two catties of pork head meat at noon?" the old sweeper asked tentatively.

"Hey, I'm so kind, let's add another jug ​​of wine."

The old monk grinned and said, "You don't need to wipe it any more. You wipe it every day. If the lacquer is painted, the color will fade. In fact, as I said, it's better to let her burn some incense."

The old sweeper said with a smile: "I've wiped it almost, and I haven't cleaned it yet, so I will clean it first, and someone will come to offer incense in a while."

Watching him leave, the old monk walked to the statue while eating the fruit, leaned on the statue, and said, "I tell you, how long has it been? Has this spirit not been repaired? You have been here all day Is it stuffy inside? I don’t want to talk to Monk or me.”

"Ah! But looking at you like this, I guess you won't be able to speak for three to five years." He said, reaching out to touch the string of prayer beads hanging in Tangning's hand, and then heard a voice.

"Is it fun?"

The old monk was taken aback for a moment, and instinctively raised his head to look at the golden body beside him: "Can you talk?"

Tangning rolled her eyes and said, "Didn't you hear that? I have been incensed here for over a year, and my soul has been restored for so long. At least it's pieced together. The voice can naturally come out through my consciousness."

"Then how long are you going to stay here? Has the soul not fully recovered?" the old monk asked.

"You think it's that easy?" Tangning said, looking at him and said, "It's two catastrophes at the same time. If I didn't have the strength of a flying fairy, and there was a force protecting my soul at that time, I guess it would have been difficult. Nothing to do with me."

The old monk was startled when he heard this: "Is there a power protecting your soul? What kind of power is so powerful? How could it protect you under such circumstances?"